Sated, the shower stall seemed cast in a soft glow. Amber's reaction time was slower, too; wasn't until a few seconds of him probing her mouth, deepening their kiss, did she giggle lightly. He wanted her so much. Her. If it was joy, or pride, or simply the post-orgasm buzz— something made her feel invincible. Gave in to that kiss, to bring Eric closer, because even now she wanted him. Like this, all she could see were his lidded eyes, his curved lashes. Felt so much more, the scrape of his beard around her mouth, his goading, insistent humping. Probably thought her the worst tease in the world.
Delayed perception or no, Eric's dithering filtered through her awareness. For all that his dick throbbed against her skin and however dilated with arousal his eyes were, he sounded more like a trapped animal than a man about to receive extreme pleasure. Oh jeez, not this again. He always came so damn hard whenever she did something unconventional to him, hard enough to be wiped out for the rest of the night, but he kept getting so damn hesitant and guilty. Amber held back an exasperated sigh. If she had to school him how to be a hornball, she could teach him how to look forward to a bit of anal play. "Baby, I'll make it feel good," she whispered, borrowing his beloved endearment. And she would; she knew she could blow his mind. Squeezed his balls for a second, thumbing the base of his dick. "Be right back."
Fumbling for the handle behind her, the door swung open and, legs weakened, it took her a couple of uncertain steps to remember how to walk. Her flip-flops stuck to her feet, smacking as they finally parted from her soles and struck the ground. Amber swayed to the bench where she'd left her bag, riffling through a side compartment where she kept a small bottle of body lotion in case her skin dried up after a hot shower at the gym. From a smaller pouch she extracted a condom; who knew, it might come in handy. If Eric or her got the urge to fuck, she wouldn't want to leave the warmth of his arms again.
Amber turned around, meaning to hurry back to the shower, but damn. She had to take a moment to appreciate how fucking gorgeous Eric was. Naked, dark skin gleaming from the changing room lights and remaining dampness; and such a beautiful form, with wide shoulders, shapely thighs, and a perfectly kissable stomach. Not to mention his erection, long and magnificent, rising impatiently. "Sexy," she informed him, flirtatious and completely honest.
Motor functions fully regained, Amber stalked back to him, letting her subtle swing entice him. Dipped to drop the condom at the entrance, then stepped into the shower box, not bothering to close the door. But he was so hard, so needy, she knew better than to delay things any further. "Tell me what you’re feeling," she said softly, pushing him towards one of the side walls and pressing her entirety of her body against his, tilting her head for a kiss, rocking for maximum friction. They fit so snug, her breasts flattened against his pecs, his dick trapped between their stomachs. Meanwhile, her right hand flipped the bottle open and turned it upside down, squeezing out a generous amount of lotion.
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Delayed perception or no, Eric's dithering filtered through her awareness. For all that his dick throbbed against her skin and however dilated with arousal his eyes were, he sounded more like a trapped animal than a man about to receive extreme pleasure. Oh jeez, not this again. He always came so damn hard whenever she did something unconventional to him, hard enough to be wiped out for the rest of the night, but he kept getting so damn hesitant and guilty. Amber held back an exasperated sigh. If she had to school him how to be a hornball, she could teach him how to look forward to a bit of anal play. "Baby, I'll make it feel good," she whispered, borrowing his beloved endearment. And she would; she knew she could blow his mind. Squeezed his balls for a second, thumbing the base of his dick. "Be right back."
Fumbling for the handle behind her, the door swung open and, legs weakened, it took her a couple of uncertain steps to remember how to walk. Her flip-flops stuck to her feet, smacking as they finally parted from her soles and struck the ground. Amber swayed to the bench where she'd left her bag, riffling through a side compartment where she kept a small bottle of body lotion in case her skin dried up after a hot shower at the gym. From a smaller pouch she extracted a condom; who knew, it might come in handy. If Eric or her got the urge to fuck, she wouldn't want to leave the warmth of his arms again.
Amber turned around, meaning to hurry back to the shower, but damn. She had to take a moment to appreciate how fucking gorgeous Eric was. Naked, dark skin gleaming from the changing room lights and remaining dampness; and such a beautiful form, with wide shoulders, shapely thighs, and a perfectly kissable stomach. Not to mention his erection, long and magnificent, rising impatiently. "Sexy," she informed him, flirtatious and completely honest.
Motor functions fully regained, Amber stalked back to him, letting her subtle swing entice him. Dipped to drop the condom at the entrance, then stepped into the shower box, not bothering to close the door. But he was so hard, so needy, she knew better than to delay things any further. "Tell me what you’re feeling," she said softly, pushing him towards one of the side walls and pressing her entirety of her body against his, tilting her head for a kiss, rocking for maximum friction. They fit so snug, her breasts flattened against his pecs, his dick trapped between their stomachs. Meanwhile, her right hand flipped the bottle open and turned it upside down, squeezing out a generous amount of lotion.